Room 406, early evening.

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To pass the time while she waited for Greg, Isabel continued reading the Nora Roberts novel she'd picked up in the library on Thursday.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to the date please]

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"His tent is getting mighty crowded," Isabel grinned. "I'm going to be awfully lonely. And possibly cold."

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"It's okay," Greg assured her. "It's just a tryst. I'll sneak right back to you, and you'll neeeeeeever even know I left."

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"Well in that case, go have fun," she said perfectly serious. "I'll keep the sleeping bag warm."

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"Well, it's all ruined now. What's the fun in a secret tryst when you know about it?" Greg asked, faux-exasperated.

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"Woe," Isabel said somewhat sadly. "I'll just have to make it up to you."

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Greg raised an eyebrow. "Okay. But at this rate, we're not going to make it out of the room."

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"Then I'll give you raincheck," she said, climbing to her feet. "Redeemable whenever you'd like."

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"I'll keep it in mind," he grinned, following her lead. "Are you ready?"

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"I am," Isabel smiled. "Lead the way."